I was finding International League pitchers to be friendly fellows for the most part, and I was second in the league on OBP, fourth in homers (despite...my late start in the IL) and third in runs batted in. I was playing every day and keeping my nose clean, working at being as good a hitter as I could make myself be. I hated sitting in the dugout between innings, but it wasn’t news to me that I was a crummy defensive player. I knew that I deserved it.My personal life was, meanwhile, a disaster in. " she said,uncertainly ".........Can I have one of those Bucks FizzeZes?" "Sure" I said, feeling I needed to look after her. My own hands wereshaking as I mixed the drink, though. "Are you nervous?", I asked her "Yes, of course I'm nervous! Two complete strangers ask me to a hotelroom to party with them? For all I know you might fill me full of [censored] and throw me out of the window!!" "No, no, we're quite safe, honestly. Listen, come in the bathroom a sec.Just be a minute, okay?" I. A smile came to his face as well has many quips that he could retort with. He took her delicate hand and moved her to the exercise mat that was left out on the floor. In the past she had allowed him to give her massages, but tonight was a little different. She lay down on the mat, legs back and arms outstretched. He paused in the conversation to excuse himself to collect what he would need to transport her away. Moving to the closet in the bathroom he removed a small bottle of scented oil and. A handful of agents, navigating the soft surface like comparative experts, rolls me over unceremoniously as they rip off my transport wrap, exposing once more my straitsuited body.Frustrated, I try to get back on my feet. But though I am able to roll on to my stomach and back, the floor is far too soft for me to work my way back to standing. The sensation of being half buried in foam, rolling and writhing but unable to move, is like a nightmare.Suppressing a laugh, Serena kneels by my side..